Tell me about Founders. [A little bit of a wry smile here.] Unless the other ships are way different from the one I'm on. It's really close quarters for everyone.

[Oh shit, she didn't mean to upset him, he'd already looked like he wasn't doing great. Way to go, Wrath. It's not that she doesn't think what had happened is a big deal, but... It's life. It's the daily reality. Maybe that's why it doesn't seem so bad. Or maybe because the inner deaths are a bigger deal to her, the way people just... Forget things. Dysthropes are a tangible thing she used to be able to fight, so it seems less horrible than everything else in recent days.]

It's okay. We're tough as hell. That was all like twenty-five years ago and we're still kicking. As long as you don't go outside the dome without an exosuit, you're fine. Other than...

[Other than it isn't fine. Mass execution of potentially infected citizens that everyone then forgets. Just forgets. No. This is not a thing someone who already looks like she punched him in the sternum probably needs to hear right now since it's not like he can do anything but feel like shit about it. She doesn't want to be that kind of asshole. Subject change time.]

This Dominion thing sounds like a big problem you have though.

[Smooth like butter.]